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I Feel Guilty When Doing My Job Properly and Well Kills Preview
— Go I've only ever killed one person in my life and she wasn't anyone I knew. I didn't kill her on purpose and I wish it hadn't happened; nor am I solely or even mainly responsible for her death.In 1977 the Social Security Administration's downtown Los Angeles office hired me as a clerk; almost everyone who worked there was a clerk, but unlike the others, I was a multitasking hither-and-yon troubleshooter, locating missing checks, filing denied claims (after reading them -- not part of the job) and endlessly pestering the claims clerks to learn whether the recipients of welfare "loans"

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Feedng the Dogs Preview
— GoStanding at the sink making updinne for the dogs each night I look at the work it takes to get the two little mutts to eat their food - scraps, canned food carefully mixed and laid out just so - and then I glance at the big guys dish - a lab like Marley, he can and DOES eat anything - and I feel a momentary twinge of guilt for not doing the same for him. But then I just plop it in front of him with a 'here you go big fella' and then carefully walk into the other room with the two little gourmet preparations.

Feedng the Dogs Preview
— GoStanding at the sink making updinne for the dogs each night I look at the work it takes to get the two little mutts to eat their food - scraps, canned food carefully mixed and laid out just so - and then I glance at the big guys dish - a lab like Marley, he can and DOES eat anything - and I feel a momentary twinge of guilt for not doing the same for him. But then I just plop it in front of him with a 'here you go big fella' and then carefully walk into the other room with the two little gourmet preparations.